Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 17:07:08 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: My Lover, The Easter Bunny
MY LOVER, THE EASTER BUNNY
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"Are we having a garage sale? On Easter weekend?" I asked as I walked in
from the street where I'd parked my car. I normally would have parked in
the garage like usual, but there was too much crap piled all over the yard,
front and side, for me to think about that.
Everything we had stored in the garage over the last four years since we'd
moved in to this house, in fact. The refrigerator that had been left behind
by the former owners (for good reason, it was old and half-rusted), the
boxes of stuff I'd pulled from my family's attic containing relics from my
childhood, which I had no use for and couldn't bear to part with, various
metal parts from automobiles which we were holding on in case we could find
a use for them (hey, there's a reason all this junk was in the garage, you
know!) like a removable seat from my Mom's SUV which had been totaled by my
sister in an accident two years ago.
All that, as I said, was now sitting in the yard.
Dave came out of the house. He had a box of stuff from our closet, some old
sport equipment. I repeated my question, I had spoken to empty air before.
"It's not a garage sale, it's Easter tomorrow you know." He said.
"I know." I was patient. "So why the garage cleaning? Going to throw an
Easter party in there or something?" I knew the block was throwing a sort
of blockwide Easter party, with some houses hosting the barbecue, others
the dance area, another performing daycare services for the infants. I
didn't know our house's part in all this, though.
"I got us the best part. We get to be the house that hides all the Easter
Eggs for the kids to find."
I considered this. "Okay. I can see cleaning the yard for the kids. So why
are you cleaning out the garage?"
"Silly!" Dave tapped me on the nose. He and I had been lovers for nearly
seven years now, and we were acting as much like married couples as any
straight couple I'd ever known. We'd even had a marriage ceremony and
exchanged rings three years ago in this very yard. Lots of the neighbors
had attended. We had some really cool neighbors; any group that would let
their kids come by our house to play on Easter Sunday had to be all right
in the Big Book upstairs.
"I didn't clean out the garage for the kids. I was cluttering up the yard
for the Easter Egg hunt."
I considered this, shook my head. "I'm still not getting it."
"Look, we got twelve houses in this party." Dave said patiently. "A total
of twenty kids. Each kid is going to need to find him or herself a half
dozen eggs to feel like they've had a nice Easter Egg hunt, right?"
"Yeah."
"So every parent is chipping in between six and a dozen eggs per child
here, just to be sure that her little angels get a decent haul. That leaves
me trying to hide something like 200 eggs in our yard."
"Okay."
"Think about our yard." Dave went on. "Think about how many hiding spaces
our yard could possibly have."
"Okay." I said, then, "Oh, oh, now I get it. You're putting stuff in the
yard...."
"...to give me enough hiding places to hide 200 eggs." Dave went on.
"So you've stripped our garage and are now working on the closet." I went
on. "Uh, any reason you chose to put our crappiest stuff out here?"
"We'll have twenty kids out here grabbing stuff." Dave pointed out. "I
figured if anything grew legs and walked away on us during that, it'd be
better to have it be stuff we aren't going to miss that much."
"Things like my childhood memories?" I said. "Uh-huh!"
"Okay, maybe I moved stuff out of here too quickly." Dave said. "Let's go
out and hide the Easter Eggs and gather up anything you don't want to risk
to the sticky hands of the neighbor's kids."
"Hide them today?" I said. "It's nearly sundown!"
"Two hundred eggs." Dave said again. "And the hunt starts at ten o'clock
sharp on Sunday morning."
"Let's go hide Easter Eggs." I said.
"I figured you'd see things my way." My lover grinned. "And while you're
hiding, keep an eye out for a really good hiding spot for one special egg."
"What's that?"
Dave pulled it from his pocket. A gold-colored plastic egg, shiny gold.
"Looks nice."
"Whoever finds this egg gets a special prize."
"Yeah?" I said, looked at it. "What would that be? A gift certificate for a
free lap dance down at Danny's Jugs and Booty Bar?"
"How about a big box filled with old toys."
"Hey!" I said, but I laughed.
I had worked all day (I'm assistant manager at a department store, working
Saturdays was a normal thing for me, especially around holidays, I was
lucky to get the holiday itself off), so I tired out in a hurry. Hiding
Easter Eggs can be a hell of a job. Dave gave me a running commentary borne
of his advice from a dozen housewives about their own little angel's
abilities to discover colored ovoid objects. Some eggs had to be merely
placed alongside things, others were to be partially covered but still have
a piece visible. Others still could be covered up completely. In the
process, we found a spot for that golden Easter Egg.
We were down to the last couple of dozen eggs and were running out of
hiding places despite the detritus of our lives spread around our house. "I
need to take a rest!" I complained. I paused only to pick the removable
seat up from the yard and carried it into the garage. I was going to sit
down for a while, I was going to do it in comfort, and the sun was too
blasted hot right now to sit outside. We had zero shade this time of day
when the sun was beneath the branches of our single tree; our neighbors now
had that shade in their yard. I missed the old oak that Mr. Kinley had cut
down two years ago, it had been a beautiful old tree. Too bad about that
lightning strike it had taken.
I sat down on the set, panting. I was able to rock it back and forth
slightly, and I did so. "Hooh!" I said as Dave walked up.
"You wuss." Dave chided me. He leaned back against the now-clear work bench
(we didn't have any major tool collection, the bench had been loaded up
with boxes and such).
"Hey, I worked all day, on an Easter Weekend Sale, no less." I pointed
out. "I wasn't expecting to come home and play Easter Bunny."
"Easter Bunny's helper!" Dave said. "I'm the Easter Bunny."
I recognized that tone. "You're not?"
"I am. Got a costume and everything." Dave said. "Tomorrow morning, I'm
going to be going hippity-hoppity all around the yard. What do you say to
that?"
I cocked my head to one side. "Can I get you to wear that to bed tonight?"
"And get it all sweaty?" Dave said. "How about Sunday night?"
"You got yourself a date to be kinky." I grinned.
"Have some hot bunny sex." Dave agreed. "Have a hot time tomorrow night."
"How about a hot time right now." I said as I reached over and caught his
crotch.
Dave didn't push my hand away. "I thought you were tired."
"I've rested some now." I conceded. "We can hide the rest of those eggs
tomorrow morning."
"I thought you'd never ask." Dave said. He thrust his hips forward a bit to
put my hand in firmer contact. "It's hard work being an Easter Bunny, you
know."
"Especially when you have to empty a garage out onto a yard to hide the
eggs in." I said as I worked his cock through his jeans. Lucky Dave had
known he was going to get messed up, I was having to work gingerly to avoid
ruining a perfectly good pair of work pants. My white shirt and tie had
been removed when I got off work, as was my work jacket. I had on a green
alligator pullover shirt. My carefulness had consisted of squatting to
place each and every dad-burned egg into place, one reason I had worn
out. But my tiredness was concentrated in my legs.
So I was game from the waist up, especially sitting in that chair I had
appropriated from the yard. I got Dave's fly open and fished in and fumbled
out that loving prong of his. Dave is long and lean in body and his cock is
long and lean as well. Nine inches of prong, but it was thin enough that I
could take it down my throat without gagging.
I started by licking my tongue up and down Dave's shaft like I was licking
a lollipop. I knew Dave loved it when I did that. My tongue worked up
saliva and I spread it on like spreading mayonnaise on a sandwich, nice and
even and smooth and rich! I was working it up for Dave's favorite part.
"Yeah, come on, Louis, get it nice and wet for me. Oh, God, I love it when
you do that, you know that I love it when you do that."
I chuckled as I lapped at him. Yeah, I knew it well. The nice part about a
steady lover, you learn just how to push all those right buttons. The only
trick then is to vary when and how you do it to keep it fresh as possible.
Like the last time, I had taken it as soon as I had coated him well. This
time, though, I kept on licking. Dave was waiting for me, the tenseness in
his body said everything about how much he was waiting for it.
And so I kept on delaying. After a time, I got what I was waiting for, a
groan straight from Dave's heart, the poor guy was going crazy waiting. He
wasn't going to force it, Dave never does, but he was getting awfully close
to breaking his personal vow on that subject. His fingers flexed, opened
and closed, wanting so much to reach down and grab my head and thrust me
down onto his cock.
But when I heard that groan, I figured my lover had suffered enough
hovering on the edge between servings of his particular menu of delight, so
I licked up his shaft and with my lips on the glans, I dove down onto his
cock hard and fast. I had slicked it up so much, the long, slender dong
slipped right over my tongue and down my throat without so much as a
quiver.
And I got what I'd been waiting for, the loud expulsion of lust and relief
that meant that I had given Dave a hit right into the very heart of his
passion. Just what I'd been aiming for.
Now that I had him buried inside my throat, I knew that next I needed to
keep him down deep for the next few strokes. I had to come up for air of
course, Dave would love it if I suddenly miraculously managed to breathe
out the back of my neck or something like a porpoise, so I could have kept
him down. I kept him buried inside me as long as I could, then I released
him slowly as I could, though my lungs craved air by the time I was able to
slip a few teaspoonfuls in around the top of his pud.
"Uhh-uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" shuddered Dave. And with that I had him more than
halfway toward his climax. If we were in bed, I would have expected him to
turn around to sixty-nine me by this point, but as it was, I simply took it
on credit, knowing Dave would deliver when we finally did make it into
bed. And it would be everything I wanted, a slow bath with his tongue over
my chest as he slowly worked his way down. I shivered myself, relishing
that debt of joy I had just won from Dave and would collect later, then I
turned to giving him the best deep-throat sucking I could manage. Dave
loves it when I deep-throat him, for myself, I prefer Dave to keep my
cockhead and a bit of the shaft only in his lips, working the flesh over
the flare of the glans rapidly. But Dave gets off on distance and depth, so
I went to plunging the bottomless pit of my body for him.
Long, slow strokes, all you can do when you're sucking a long pud deep, but
it's all Dave needed, he squirmed and writhed as I worked him, he panted
and groaned with an increasing urgency, he finally broke down and used his
hands on my head to help manipulate me, not forcing still, but guiding
sometimes a bit too peremptorily. You got to give the guy credit for trying
to control himself when he's like this, you know.
I plied my tongue back and forth as I released him, again as I took him
back down, Dave liked that right toward the end when it would do him the
most good, and the groans he was making slid into a nearly melodic crooning
sound, ooooooh, ooooooh, oooooo-oooooh!
Then he gave a little catch and gasp, and then he broke into heavy
panting. That was it, my cue to bracing for the impact. My lover Dave was
about to cream his load.
Time to take him down deep again, take him deep and hold it there! I gulped
a final bit of air through my nostrils and I took the plunge, diving down
hard, harder, harder, ending with my nose buried in his pubic hair, his
love organ pulsing as it shook from the earthquake of his climax, and now,
and now, and now, I was holding him down hard and tight, not moving, not
daring to take one iota of depth from the nine inches of heaven I had just
laid on him, just hold it, let his desires do the rest.
And there it was, that heavy breath that was more expressive than any
syllable he could have made, HUUHHHHHHHHHH! It meant that Dave's orgasm had
ignited, and with that sound there came the rush of his jism ejaculating
into my throat and down my gullet, hot creamy spunk that fed my very soul
because it was coming from him. I closed my eyes and felt my cock tingle as
if the slightest touch would make it squirt, I thought about it, and then
the moment passed, and it subsided. Later, I promised it, later. For now, I
had the unique joy of feeling Dave's shaft pulse as it fed hot jizz into my
body, the warmth of his fingers as they threaded through my hair and not a
clench but a stroking of his fingertips, and Dave above that, his deep
sighing sounds that was his only expression of ultimate delight he ever
gave. Me, I'm something of a screamer, which Dave took as a marvel of
nature...and did his best to wring from me every time.
Then he was done and I could permit his slackening organ to slide from my
throat, partially by my movement, partially from its own encroaching
flaccidity, and then it feel in a slimy lump onto his jeans. I would have
licked it clean, but Dave is so sensitive right after a climax, better for
me to let it stay sticky for him to clean later himself.
"Hooh, hooh, hooh!" Dave said to me as he caught his breath. "You're the
one who has mad rabbit sex. Maybe you ought to wear the costume tomorrow."
"Nu-uh!" I said. "You're the one who said he'd wear it. I'm going to be the
one keeping an eye on the kids, make sure none of them poke an eye out on
the crap you've hauled into the yard."
"They'll have fun." Dave promised.
That next day, Dave was dressed in a white Easter Bunny outfit and waiting
at ten o'clock. He knelt down and let the kids give him a hug, saying all
kinds of easy, happy things. Dave's great with children, it's why he's an
elementary school teacher. I would have loved to be a kid in one of his
classes...but I'm rich sharing this later part of his life.
"And keep an eye out for a special Easter Egg." Dave said to them at the
end. "It's a golden Easter Egg and if you find it, you win a very special
prize! I'll give you a hint, you spread it on your bread."
Just the right kind of hint to give kids, we had hidden that golden Easter
Egg in the refrigerator inside the butter dish compartment. I still didn't
know what the special gift was, as long as some kid didn't haul off my old
toys for that gift, I'd keep quiet, whatever Dave had decided to give
them. For I had no doubt that special gift was coming out of our communal
funds.
The kids spread out and were having a ball. Even the parents were getting
intrigued, especially when they realized that all those flower pots were
out there, but not all of them held an egg underneath. The younger kids
tagged along while Mommy hunted for them, the older kids were in the
vanguard and grabbing more eggs (though I saw them passing up some easy
ones for the littler kids' mommies to find). Me, I just stood back and
admired what was going on right in my very own yard.
Good neighbors, that's what we had. A great place to live. And in the
middle of it all, wearing a fuzzy white rabbit suit with a puffy white tail
and big stiff ears on top was Dave. Just a big lovable lug who had spent
hours hauling out junk just to give the kids a thrill when they hunted for
the eggs. My Dave. My man.
My lover--the Easter Bunny. I think I'll keep him.
THE END
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